She didn't forget that brassier
It was a lame excuse to go back
No one touches her like she does
Once again, she finds herself
Standing on the threshold
Knocking on her door
The door she once slammed
One long look
Sends a shudder down her spine
Hairs on the back of her neck
She makes them stand up
A slight caress
Sweet nothings in her ear
A mere brush
Of her lips against hers
The way she sniffs her cologne
And casually uncovers her nude
Transforms her into a beast
The beast she is...
They tear eachother apart
It feels so right
She screams out her name
But below a whisper
She says
"This is wrong
I don't want this
Please stop..."
By. Yvonne Olga
Poets Note;
It's Poetry Wednesday! I hope your week is going great so far. This is a piece I wrote last year, sometime in September, it's a sapphic poem... Deviant of me huh!
I try as much as possible to explore poetry and to put down whatever comes to my mind. I never limit myself to a certain way of writing.
I would love to hear your thoughts on this poem, please leave a comment below. Thanks for reading! :-)
~O~
Xoxo
5 comments
I love precision in poetry and this is what you have just offered here.The way you have structured the poem is also of one who really takes care to understand form and optimize on the thrill that there is in playing with words to hit our inherent passion for beauty.In all,the poem makes every bit of sense in this whole world given its contemporary subject.Could i say i fell in love with it?
ReplyDeleteThank you very much Caleb :)
DeleteLovely. ..wonder what inspired you to write this piece. ...
ReplyDeleteThank you Philip? What inspired me to write this? Well, I can't point out a specific thing that did, but as Caleb mentioned, I felt a need to write on a contemporary subject... A pretty sensitive subject.
DeleteI will give a better explanation when I share "Below A Whisper II" :)
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